Grímur á Miðalnesi - Týr

Gevið ljóðið og lýði á

Fátt er um at røða

Bóndin fyrstur heimin bygdi

Harum vil eg kvøða

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa

Hoyrast kundi langan veg sum teirra sporar ringja

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

Frændar teir á skógin ríða

Við so góðum treysti

Sóu brenna heitan eld

Og hartil fagrar kostir

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa

Hoyrast kundi langan veg sum teirra sporar ringja

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja

Give the poem and listen

There is little to discuss

The farmer first built the world

I want to say goodbye to them

Across the roads golden helmets sing

Getting on their horses they burst

Hoyrast knew a long way that their footsteps ring

Across the roads golden helmets sing

Cousins ​​ride in the woods

With such good trust

Sou burn a hot fire

And the beautiful advantages

Across the roads golden helmets sing

Getting on their horses they burst

Hoyrast knew a long way that their footsteps ring

Across the roads golden helmets sing